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Lisa
**Lisa's POV** I don't remember much of my old life. The only thing that haunts me at night is the face of my father, the very man who is the reason I am here. There are no memories of my mother, or if I ever had one. No siblings come to mind or any other family that might care that I am here against my will. No one is coming to save me, and I have accepted that fact years ago. I try to remember my past life. Maybe a birthday party or a Christmas that I was happy and felt safe, but there is nothing before the day I was brought here. I remember that day clearly and it feels like it was yesterday, and not almost six years ago. Though I cannot remember my father's name, or if he ever loved me, I do remember that he couldn't look me in the eyes as two men carried me away. I kicked and scream
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